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    La Mer

     

    So I waited getting a chance to see Carmen Morales. From Southern California not too far from where I was from. But yeah I always wanted to see one of her runs. And she was killing them three rounds into it. So when I saw that fin heading straight for her I couldn’t let her die. So I grabbed my boogie board and jumped in. I had to hurry, I paddled till my arms burned and almost made it before the pup took a chunk out of her thigh. I bashed the fucker just as it was about to drag her down….again that nose thing really does work. I had to get her out before the others smelled her blood. And one of those photo lens guys came over and got us. She was bleeding bad. And lucky for her I remembered my survival training and tied a good tourniquet to stop the bleeding. They radioed for a helicopter and that was all I knew.

     

    I tried hard to find her but they wouldn’t tell me anything because I wasn’t family. There where 10 more attacks and it was even harder after that. So I gave up figuring she was ok. The surfs magazine web page said she was recovering in a undisclosed location. So I did my part and saved her.

     

    So I don’t think about it. Right. Because after all it was beyond my control. Then my boss is all like “Hey McCutheon you got a new case. Shark bite.” Yeah ok shark bite. muscle damage, strength building, conditioning, the usual. So I get the chart. The beach seems right but I didn’t really notice where Blaire, I guess docked at. And the name on the chart is Carmen del la pica Morales. My head is like no her name is Carmen Morales. Can’t be the same chic right? No I just wanted it to be her cause I never knew what happened to her.

     

    So imagine my surprise when it’s her my Carmen. Well not my Carmen but you know. And man if she isn’t the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I mean this girl is fine. And she’s nice and sweet and funny. And grateful. And I have to stop because she is a client, coming off a traumatic event in her life and she doesn’t need me drooling all over her. And trying to get her into bed. She needs me to help her get well. Not fuck her brains out.

     

    No I was going to be a pro with her. I was going to keep my cool cause I am very cool. And I wasn’t gonna fall into those dark eyes, or wonder what her skin tasted like. No…No way.  

     

     

     

    TBC…

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    1. Hey I havent read this yet, but I wanted to say I was just listening to NIN’s La Mer on my ride home from work about 10 minutes ago. I dunno, it’s kinda weird now that this is the title of your new story, but I like it! I can’t wait to read it.

    2. Yes! I am loving this new fic of yours! You have a great flair for writing first person narrations. And this story premise is ingenious!!! I love the fact that you blur the “Shane’s the pants and Carmen’s the skirt” line that alot of other fics seem to hold on to! I am hooked onto this fic too, so I am going to be greedy and say, POST BOTH YOUR STORIES SOON!!!~~~

    3. Fuckin’ awesome, Baby-girl!!! Please update both of your stories!!!! I’m so hooked and I give you like an infinite number of stars and thumbs up!!!! You go and do your ‘thang’, Babe and like always from me, LYLAS ;-p

    4. “…everyone is doing the 9 to 5 barely clinging to life….” I fucking hate that line. I hate it because I’m a 9-to-5er, and that line is the goddamn truth. Weird thing is I love it for the exact same reason. As for the rest of the story, I’m diggin’ it too. I thought the beginning was all Shane, but, surprise, it was Carmen; that’s when I knew you were writing another fresh keeper.

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